I miss hearing a song through a wall

The way she opens her eyes. The way she closes her eyes. The way she blinks.

Someone's loss bought me ice cream. And breakfast: strawberry waffles.

Regina Spektor,

The Book of Revelation is not the final chapter. The reformed bible will mention us. And we'll be the newest names.

The walks with my brother, Paul, wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, turning left when we always turn right, and sitting on a dark bench. So many bats.

"For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst? Verily, when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters."

-Khalil Gibran

You are like an alarm I keep snoozing. You come back to aggravate and to reiterate your existence.

I'm awake. Just let me sit in my sheets.

life is both intuition and equation. I want to see the equations I feel or have someone look at me and say he's reading them like watching a baby kick in an ultrasound.